Frank Ian Bowen

Rookie (23 May 1952 / Portsmouth, England)

Combustion - Poem by Frank Ian Bowen

Combustion is a complex matter
Usually stopped by using water
There’s fuel and heat to mix right in
Add oxygen, completes the thing
It comes with light and heat you know
This product when combustion grows.
And normally you will see a flame
From which heat and smoke come just the same
We call this process fire as well
It grows and spreads so fast it’s hell
Creates conditions inside rooms
Of dancing angels and flashing booms
There’s even backdraft, a frightening thing
Which can explode if we go in
The firemen of the world will try
Despite most people’s worried cry
To enter buildings that take fire
Rescue folks and then retire
But usually its safe enough to go
Inside buildings to water throw
On to the fire and flames so hot
Until control the fire they’ve got

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 12, 2011

Poem Edited: Thursday, May 12, 2011

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